taste & see

I miss you in the dark. 

But only purple shadows

make sense in

dreams

these days,

so I fill the hole

with chattering teeth

too cold to bite

off flesh—

flurries gorge my

throat with

sudden sapphire

swallows

while

lumps of golden wonder

clink into place-- hide

them quick before

they slip off my

arms, fall far

down down &

away!

For when the clutches of

salvation cling to

my skirts, I

brush them off;

my fingers buzz 

with dandelion consequences

too pale to number—never

have I looked

this brave;

but the cost comes

with the mid-morning

sun, when cryptic

light aims itself

straight at my

cheeks.

I find myself: tilting

upwards, fumbling

down;

where are we going

when we stretch ourselves

out on thin 

yellow blankets

and squint directly

at the un-answering

sun?